work

covered a wedding today. was late again, dammit. sorry, brothers of btl, i will really try hard next time. but dun take my word for it, gimme a call to check on me if need be a'ight?

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day event

got royally pissed at yimmie for thrashing the 407. they call it a fucking luxury sedan, not a sports coupe ok? so wat if it's a continental? who's gonna do the explanation to my family if the engine really cui? they dun even know people other than me have been driving it ok? if anything happens i tah one ok? we have different views on taking care of our vehicles, so dun try to apply wat u do to urs when u're driving mine. y dun u just listen to my advice n start driving safely already, dammit?
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night event

*piang!*

yimmie: ur belt buckle fails the criteria, it's too bengish.

me: wat the hell! urs is not much better lor.

in the toilet...

me(one hand holding the vidcam): err... how do u pee one-handed?
yimmie: lolololol.......

seriously, how do the nippons do it? they seem to have absolutely no probs with it.

in the ballroom:

yimmie: i just realized u're too short for ur blazer. u look like a dwarf! lolol!!
me: smlj! u're too rotund for urs! u can't even button it up! lolol!!

got uber shagged. din feel it coming, but when i sat down on an armchair i just fell asleep right there. wat the hell man...
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after the whole gig ended, we were on our way back to my place where yimmie parked his deathmachine. mm just texted me n i wanted to reply....

me: cb la! how come it's only when u wanna write messages that the traffic lights r the most cooperative? not even one red light!
yimmie(looking over at me): my girl's sick, my friend.
me: at least u can go find her now. wat if mm falls sick now?! answer me that!
yimmie: lol... ok la, relax la! u ought to treat me n wt to a meal, cos without us, u wouldn't be wat u r today.
me(confused): wtf u talking bout?

yimmie looked at me for 5 seconds.
me(enlightened): oh... ok lor, treat u satay lor
yimmie: smlj! satay only?! ok la, i was half expecting u to say u treat us one stick ask us to share.

me: my intention exactly, my friend.

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after the great flood in my room, the painters came to repaint my room.

into gayshit purple!

only recently did i come to realize that my sister was the one who chose that color for me.
goddammit renne!!!